25 February, 2008

tit-tot-astic

nonsense talked: 70 percent ( conservative estimate)
scenarios recreated: abundant
hours slept: few
bottles cracked open: who is counting
champagne imploding in freezer: 1
spontaneous eruption into dancing: every night
DJing: professsssssssssh
losing track of time: permanent state of mind
films devoured: 5
new tats discussed: 3
films female tots slept through: another country
films male tots ignored: business of strangers
unexpected buzz kill: buffy/anya/frat boy slaying
genius turn of phrase: tot A coining the title of filippo's cinematic adaptation: "il tortellino"
hours spent idling in the sun: 3
pages turned in books, basking in the sun: 20 (max)
scarce portions served: 5 (i skipped a meal)
dogs on heat: just the one, dear
oscar-winning scripts conceived: one, at a time, dear
eruptions into spotaneous song: bountiful
definition of love: tenerezza infinita
fragments of the above: plastered on the fridge (sort of)

3 comments:

Lady V said...

... and I'm back. Tits up old thing! The Oscars await us. In frocks.

sxg said...

tenerezza infinitaaaaa!
missed the weekend, thought of you all ad nauseum

albeo said...

you forgot

beds made: 4
sheets folded: 58
neighbours appeased: 1
km driven in a state of illness-induced insanity: 164
fun had: infinite...

missing you